full name: Josephine Marie Sinclair.
nicknames: Jo, Josie, or any other variation.
date of birth: March 22, 1901.
species: Vampire.
year turned: 1923 (80+ years old).
birthplace: A lesser known town in Montana.
currently: Los Angeles, California.
occupation: Occasionally sings at a jazz club.
marital status: Single.
orientation: Heterosexual.

pb: Astrid Berges-Frisbey.
journal: ~bites.
writing: cst, threads preferred (third person, storybook), spam posts and comment wars are love.
credit: ~allistair for the code.
RANDOM FACTS.
✖ Stands at a relatively small five feet, three inches and isn't really a fan of short jokes.
✖ Contrary to popular belief, she doesn't sleep in a coffin or live in a cemetery. She rents a studio apartment, careful to pick one that doesn't have too many windows.
✖ Oddly enough, she enjoys spending time outdoors, obviously when the sun's gone down. Moonlight walks, as cliche as it might sound, are her favorite.
✖ Out of all of her vampiric attributes, she favors her super speed over anything else, like brute strength.
✖ Loves to people-watch. She likes to think that it helps her retain some part of her humanity. Making up stories about people she's seen is a favorite pastime.
✖ Enjoys singing and will often lend her services to a small jazz club a couple days out of the week.
✖ Has two small scars where her neck meets her shoulder from where she was first bitten. Otherwise, her skin is like porcelain, devoid of any other scars or marks.
✖ Has learned to adapt to changing times.
✖ Has never sired another vampire, and has mixed feelings about the whole process. Vampire life can be lonely, but she's not exactly sure what she wants and if a vampire companion would be enough to fill the void.
✖ A+ is her favorite blood type, it's more sweet and tangy than the other types.
✖ Likes: humans, worn books, pressed flowers, thick blankets, thunder, lightning, starry nights, astronomy, crescent moons, vintage dresses, high heels, grand pianos, the color red, warm meals.
✖ Dislikes: the sun, tacky wooden furniture, crucifixes, werewolves, arrogant hunters, noisy traffic, infomercials, garlic (it causes indigestion).

STORYLINES.
Josephine Sinclair lived a simple life. Born on a farm on the outskirts of a small town in Montana, she never wanted for anything. She had a roof over her head, food in her stomach, a family that she loved more than anything, and that was really all she could ever ask for. She was carefree with nothing more than what the day held for her on her mind. She was spirited and feisty, a combination that her mother warned would never make for the perfect housewife. But above all, she was happy. Everything in her life seemed to be perfect, at least in her eyes, until her twenty-second birthday.

It was dark and the stormy weather unusual for Montana at that time of year. Her father had warned her about staying in town too late at night, but Josephine had always been a rule breaker. It was nothing more than being in the wrong place at an even worse time, but Josephine had been walking by an alley when something caught her eye. It was so quick and so fast that she couldn't be sure what it was, so she stopped to look and the sight set before her eyes was not one that she had been expecting at all - a pair of vampires feeding on a young girl. She tried to scream for help but before she could even open her mouth, a cold hand was wrapped around her throat and a set of fangs embedded deep in her neck. Her life ended that night, and a new one began.

If ever asked what it felt like to be turned, Josephine would say that it was like waking up from a dream. Things were hazy, kind of disorientating, and there was a fine line between reality and slumber. She cannot remember the specifics, and honestly, would probably rather not remember what happened to her in those seventy-two hours between her last dying breaths and her ultimate resurrection. But she did know that it was painful. She liked to believe that she had a pretty high tolerance for pain, having dislocated her shoulder and a couple of fingers before from work on the farm, but the bite of a vampire was the most painful thing she'd ever felt. When it was all over, she remembered waking up in a cemetery, covered in dirt. The only thing she knew for certain was that she was hungry, and it was not a hunger that she had felt before. It wasn't for her father's steak or her mother's potato stew, no. It was for blood.

The first years of her life as a vampire were a blur. She was ravenous, crazed from her hunger for human blood. She wreaked havoc across the Great Plains with her sire until she finally returned to Montana. By this time, her family had grown and moved on without her. Her younger sister was married to a strong young man, who helped her father out on the farm as he was getting on in his years and couldn't nearly do all the things he used to. Her mother's hair was graying, and she spent a lot more time on the porch in her rocking chair with two plump grandchildren playing around her feet. The memories of Josephine's former life had faded away long ago, and now, they seemed like nothing more than a dream that tickled the edge of her subconscious but never stayed for very long. But when she took the first bite from her father, who gave himself so willingly to his oldest daughter, parts of those memories came rushing back along with some part of her humanity that had long since been forgotten underneath all the blood and gore.

She immediately separated herself from her sire and the other vampires, not fully understanding what she was feeling just yet, but knowing well enough that she didn't belong with those vampires anymore. It was as if something had finally clicked inside of her and she remembered a part of who she used to be. Josephine spent the next years of her life watching over her former family until they had all passed away and the only thing left was the remains of an old farm. It was then that she realized that she could never go back to having a normal life. Not only was she a creature of the night, but everyone she ever loved or cared about would age and die while she remained frozen in time. Getting to live forever wasn't a blessing, it was a curse.

So Josephine did the only thing she could, she moved on. But her view on life became more apathetic as the realization set in. She didn't particularly care for vampire games anymore, and instead moved from city to city, only killing when she had to and trying her best to live out her life as normal as possible. And yet, she felt as if she were living a very unfulfilled life. That's how she found herself in Los Angeles, the city of evil. She's not sure what she's hoping to find exactly - something to change her view of life, perhaps? Either way, this city is never dull and there's bound to be something exciting in her future.